Malmö Tweed Ride 2018

The 15th of September was the date for Malmö Tweed Ride 2018. I decided early that I wanted to attend the Malmö tweed event for the third year in a row.

This year I noticed that the nickname for the event was in Swedish, “sällskapsrundan”. In English it can perhaps be translated to “social gathering route”. The goal for the event is simply to meet other people that are dressed in tweed, while taking a ride on vintage bicycles. Perhaps “promenade bicycling” is a better translating, that is the best way to describe the idea behind the name and the spirit of the event.


By now a international tweed ride veteran. My Hermes from 1956

I decided to again use my old reliable Hermes from 1956. It has been around on many tweed themed events by now. After the trip to Norway a few weeks earlier, the bicycle needed some minor adjustments and service. With a spanner and a screwdriver I fixed all loose nuts and bolts with ease. Also a drop of oil here and there goes a long way.

When using vintage bicycles it is a matter of take a ride for an hour and spend two hours fastening all nuts and bolts that came loose again. Sometimes it even fells like in many vintage communities that you might never even leave the garage. When it is bad weather outside, there is always the possibility to sit inside. Perhaps a Garage Tweed meeting might be a new idea for an event?

For some people the social interaction and the admiration of bicycles is the main reason to keep fixing old bicycles. That goes for clothes to. Many of the riders have original 1930-40’s tweed dresses and suits. They share tips about good Second hand shops and market places. Showing their latest finds and so on. Some crafty riders even creates their own clothes. Finding original 1930’s patterns and sewing entire outfits, now that is impressive! They also looks really great in their beautiful cloths!

I think it is great that those who are interested in vintage clothes and bicycles can express their interest in these tweed bicycle events all over the world together with others. There is no need to have an exclusive car to attend meetings, a bicycle works just as well.


If it was not for the green bus, the photo could been taken in the early 1950’s, Lovely!

The event was held at Gustaf Adolfs torg in central Malmö.  The square was invaded by bicycling tweed-ians. We went around and said hello to old and new friends, everyone admired each others bicycles and tweeds. A few minutes before the start the master of ceremony made an announcement, mentioning that the registration was open and all could register. After checking ours names in their register we were handed this years pin.

Sadly this years pin was in the same as last year. An plastic “punk badge”, not quite as elegant and exclusive as the first ones in metal.


My three pins 2016, 2017, 2018


Gathering and socializing


Cue to registration

Just before we were to set off at 1’a clock. The sky turned dark, a heavy rain swooped in and drenched us all at the start. We all quickly took shelter underneath the trees nearby. The entire day seemed to be a wet occasion.


We took cover underneath the trees during the sudden rain shower

After about 20 minutes the sun came out again and we decided to set off on our “promenade bicycling”. The night before the weather forecast mentioned 16 degrees and cloudy. But with the sun shining it was a lovely Indian summer day, it was 22 degrees and sunny. There I was in my tweed with a cardigan, it was going to be a hot day for me.

The route was new for this year. It was lots of bicycle paths and many red-light crossings over roads. But with it all worked out fine, some cars even gave way for us when they did not need to. Almost everyone was waving and smiling in their cars when we came along.


One of many red-light crossings


Great looking tweed-ians. The bowler hat looks just perfect.

The tea break this year was held in a small park (which name has totally slipped my mind). We were served lovely cucumber sandwiches and refreshing lemonade with oranges. That was really needed. In the background there was music played on an vintage gramophone using old shellac records.

When I was trying to get a nice ambience photo of the riders having a break. I accidentally spilled my lemonade along with the sandwich onto my bicycle and down on the ground. Clumsy me, at least I had a small taste before pouring it all out on my bicycle. Still, very clumsy.


Waiting for lemonade and sandwiches while listening to music


Refreshment break in the sunshine

After the break we started our ride again. Now we were heading towards the railway station and after that down to Västra hamnen (west harbour), close to the seaside. It must have been a sight over about 150 cyclists calmly peddling along the bicycle paths, bicycle bells chiming it all different tunes and riders waving to bystanders.


A short break during a red traffic-light, it could just as easy been back in the 1950’s


Lovely colour matching. Even the dogs collar was in the same plaid pattern as the trousers

 


Photo opportunity

We crossed the finish line at Folkets park and Moriska paviljiongen in central Malmö. After parking our bicycles outside we all went in to the restaurant where there was food and drinks waiting. Inside we were greeted by live music preformed by Swing Street Orchestra, a jazz band that plays old tunes with great spirit and joy.

When entering the restaurant we all got a beer ticket. Eriksberg brewery was sponsor for this tweed ride and treated us all with a beer to the food that was served. Tasty and we could choose beer with or without alcohol.

After eating, drinking, chatting and laughing the master of ceremonies announced that the voting for best dressed man, best dressed lady and best looking bicycle had started. My votes happened to be both winners. The choice for best dressed man was the always handsome and nice Mr Vintagemannen.

Best dressed lady was a girl whose name I did not catch. She got my vote simply because I admire her beret. Such a great look.


Best dressed man, best dressed lady and master of ceremonies


Best looking bicycle, together with the lovely lady who owned the bicycle


May I take a photo – I asked.
Of course, that is why I am dressed like this – she replied.
I never got her name. Mystery lady number 12 (sounds like the title of an Agatha Christie novel)

After more mingle and talking with amazing tweed riders, from all over Sweden and internationally. Later that evening, after it was time to say goodbye.

Today I am a bit ashamed, I did not find one rider that I had talked a lot with during the afternoon. I could not thank her for a good company during the day and wish her a safe travel home. I hope she will read this and forgive me.


Heading back to the hotel after a lovely day

I lift my cap! Thank you Malmö. .

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Tweed Run Norway 2018

When I attended to the London Tweed Run earlier this year, I met the Norwegian delegation. While we were chatting and having a cup of tea they mentioned that they where having an Tweed Run back in Norway. Their next ride was set later in the fall of 2018 for the second year in a row.

Of course I felt right away that I should join that event. After all, I have now been riding my bicycles while dressed in tweed in Sweden, Finland and Great Britain . It was when thinking of joining the Norwegian event that my plans for attending all the Nordic country’s started. If I visited Norway, Denmark and Iceland my tour of tweed bicycling would be complete. I know that Denmark has an tweed event. But how about Iceland? That is a question for the future.

The 1st of September 2018 was set for the Tweed Run Norway event in the town of Fredrikstad that are located in the southern parts of Norway.  In preparation for the event I adjusted and serviced my trusty old 1956 Hermes. A trusty bicycle that have been in several Tweed rides by now, it was the best choice to use it in Norway. I packed the tool box on the luggage rack with some necessary tools. I put a simple tire repair kit in my bag along with my tweed suit and strapped the bag on to the rack. I was ready to go.


My Hermes from 1956 all packed and ready for new adventures

The day before the event a friend and I, started our journey to Fredrikstad. We took our bicycles apart, front wheel, saddles and turned the handlebars sideways so they could fit inside the car with ease. Then we were off, we had many miles to cover.

The journey went well, crossing the border in to Norway for my fourth international tweed event. We arrived at Fredrikstad later that evening. We checked in to our hotels and got some rest after the long journey. We decided to leave our bicycles in the car over the night. It was easier that way.

On the morning of the 1st of September I woke up and noticed the weather first of all. It was sunny and a bit chilly. In short, it was perfect tweed weather. I adjusted my tie in the mirror before meeting my friend in the hotel lobby. We walked to the car that was parked in a garage a bit away from the hotels. It was easy to remounted all parts we removed yesterday. On our way to the car we had bought some food for the picnic later on that we had put in our saddle bags.


Bicycling from the car in the garage heading for the start at Quality Hotel

We were among the first to arrive at Quality Hotel where the Tweed Run Norway check in was located. They had placed a desk outside the hotels entrance for registration and handing out our starting numbers were we was handed our starting numbers. One smaller note to fasten on your person and one larger note with the same number for the bicycle. We added our signs to our bicycles and jackets sleeves before entering the hotel and enjoying for a lovely brunch filled with Norwegian specialities like salmon, warm liver pâté with bacon and different salads.

The organisers of Tweed Run Norway had made a deal with the hotel so those who attended the ride could buy brunch and even a small picnic bag at Quality Hotel for a good price. We had only signed up on the brunch at the hotel, because we wanted to get some special sandwiches and traditional pastries like “Skolebrød” that is a sweet wheat bun with vanilla cream placed in a hole at the top and covered with glaze with small coconut shavings on top of that (sorry but there is no photo of that bun, it disappeared so fast).

While we were sitting in the restaurant we met and said hello to other tweedians who also had their brunch at the hotel restaurant. Champagne corks were popping, people were happy. It was a great start of a great day!


The Tweed Run Norway check in, just outside Quality hotel


Lovely dressed lady at the start

After being full and satisfied from all great food we joined the the crowd outside. Now people had really started to show up. Lovely dresses, handsome suits and lovely bicycles. We talked to other participants and admired the great bicycles when suddenly it was time. In the end we were 200 riders that was participating in the event.


Tweed and dashing chaps


Flat tire repairs just before the start


The street was getting crowded by other tweed riders


Flower braided baskets are always nice


Norwegian flags with the flag of Scotland

At one a clock it was time to start our ride. Bystanders stopped and cheered, children were waving, a symphony of bicycle bells chimed in the town centre. The ride was in a slow and enjoyable pace, the weather was perfect. We rode along the streets, it was a real treat to see all old wooden houses in the town. It was a sight for us all.


Time to start, cheering people and chiming bells


Picturesque surroundings


A very nice route


What to do when you bicycle breaks down? Ride along on the luggage rack

After a while we arrived at an bridge. The route was planned to cross the river on a bridge to the island of Kråkerøy. But sadly the bridge that could open for boats to pass and  had broken just before we arrived at the bridge.

The organizers had a backup plan, a quick decision was made to ride on the shore of the mainland was made. The unforeseen stop was very short and hardly noticeable. Instead of visiting the island we found ourself riding our bicycles along the Bryggepromenaden (board-walk/shore-promenade) of central Fredrikstad, the promenade was filled with strolling people. They all cheered and waved at us while we went by. Even many cars that were stopped to let us pass and later on was waved to drive on stood still. The drivers said that they rather watched us ride our bicycles than to drive away and miss seeing the event.

After more cycling around the town streets we ended up for a tea break at Domkirkeparken (Cathedral park). Lots of chatting and clinking of teacups, also there was time for a group photography before we headed along. We all gathered around the pavilion and got the group photo taken.


Tea break at Domkirkeparken


Plenty of bicycles to admire


Norwegian gentleman with his fantastic bicycle


Really wonderful flower girls, it was not all tweed


The tea was served in really nice cups

After the tea break the ride continued up on the banks of river Glomma up to a ferry crossing where we went over to the small village of Sellebakk and continued the ride southward on the banks of the river. From a fellow rider I learned that this was locations for shipyards saw mills and brickyard’s back in the day. Now it was forests mixed with houses along the shore line.


That was one happy dog


The small ferry, it took about 5 or six turns to get all 200 of us over the river

We went further south to Gamlebyen, the old fortified part of Fredrikstad. There we arrived at the finish for our journey. At the old buildings there was one more photo session, this time individual photos were taken. Perhaps it was a bit unfortunate in my humble opinion. Because we all were a bit out of breath after climbing a small hill earlier. But it was fine anyway, the picnic waited with tasty food and drinks.


Fredrikstad Bridge


Many green areas along the river


Arriving at Commandantgaarden


The beer specially made for the event by a local brewery


A Swedish bicycle of the brand Apollo. It was made in Värnamo in the 50’s, it was also used by a visiting Swede

The picnic was held at the really lovely Commandantgaarden (the commander garden) on the grass under old apple trees. There was a price ceremony for the best riders. Later on Mr B, The Gentleman Rhymer entertained us with his tweed-hip-hop-ukulele-style songs. Drinks of all sorts and hot dogs were served at the bar by a really nice crew of people.


Price ceremony, that was followed by…


Mr B, The Gentleman Rhymer who put on a splendid show complete with sing-a-longs

It was an excellent event, a great experience and a wonderful day! We tip our hats and says tally-ho and raises our glasses to thank the organisers.

Cheers and until next tweed event!

The black bicycle, part 6

As I have mentioned in an earlier post. My first intention was to build the bicycle as a kind of homage to the old bicycle that I remembered from my childhood. An old worn bicycle painted black, reliable and made to be used all year around.

I have built a bicycle that is not like a regular bicycle generally speaking. There are no mudguards, no rear luggage rack to place suitcases or a chainguard. The bicycle also have narrow pedals, not the broad ones that are easy to get a good grip on. To be honest, the bicycle I have created looks more like a 1930’s racer.


The new look…


…is really great

Why then is it not a racer, I hear you ask?  Well, it is painfully simply.

Firstly due to the chain wheel. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I got it from the old bicycle at an auction last year and used it as a donor bicycle for parts that were needed. The chain wheel is a original Crescent wheel. But it is a standard wheel with only 48 teeth.

The sporty Crescent racers from that era used almost all only chain-wheels with 52 teeth. The mission of trying to find a used 52 teeth wheel from 1930’s today, is rather difficult, if not impossible.

Not to mention the problems of finding mudguards that was used on the racers of that era. Or any mudguards that fits the frame and style. I have looked around, asked on vintage bicycle sites, looked in storages of used bicycle shops for a pair of mudguards that fits. Both in size and in style with the Crescent frame. No luck at all so far.


48 teeth chain-wheel with narrow pedals


I used a pair of vintage Nymans made pedals that I had laying in a drawer, they fit the general look

I decided to keep the bicycle as it is. It is not not the black painted vintage bicycle from 1930’s I was longing for. But it is A vintage bicycle from 1930’s, that someone have painted black many years ago.

I fitted the old frame with parts from the 1930’s that I had laying around. Worn parts that fits the style of the bicycle. For example the black painted wooden grips on the handlebar, where the brass is showing beneath the metal plating on the end parts.

The scratched and oxidized bicycle bell on the handlebar is a masterpiece in design by itself with its red and white emblem still intact. Mounted on the frame is an 1930’s battery box made by Berko.  I wound the cloth covered cords around the frame to complete the 1930’s look. From the battery pack, one cord leads to the front light and one leads to the rear light. The entire set up make the bicycle seem to go faster. If not, more dangerous.


Bicycle bell with Lindblads emblem and wooden grip on the handlebar


The 1920’s style square bolt on the stem, the handlebar is modern. It is from 1940’s.


A stem clamp I reused. Made by Wiklunds, a different Stockholm based bicycle maker in the 1930’s.

I replaced the modern Brooks saddle with an old worn vintage saddle with double springs and the classic spring loop in the front. Or a “safety pin” saddle, as they were called back then. By changing the saddle I could use the original “T” shaped seat post from 1930’s. Now the entire bicycle looks like it has been in storage since the early 1930’s.


Look at those impressive springs, this is a very comfortable saddle. Also notice the “t” shaped saddle post

After the work I did on the bicycle, taking every part of the bicycle into pices, pedals, frame, crank-set, front fork all the ball bearings in the crank case and front fork. The same procedure with the front and rear hubs. Clean, lubricate and mount them after checking for wear and tear and adding a small drop of oil on the threads on nuts and bolts.

The black HF-110 Duro tires looks great and having the rear hub sprocket changed along with the chain, tightening screws and adjustments. The bicycle was almost ready. The very last thing I needed to do was to add a small drop of oil to the metal parts on the saddle. They were causing friction and made a irritating squeaking noise whenever I sat on the saddle. We can not have squeaking noises when riding a bicycle. A small drop of oil is often the solution.


Close up of the winded cord along the frame and the Berko headlight

I took a long test ride and tried the bicycle out a few days ago. My first impressions are that it is a really good bicycle. When I was going down a hill, the entire bicycle seemed to transform itself into an arrow. It was travelling straight, fast and silent. The hubs were working like a charm, I must have done a great job when refurbish them. While riding along the streets, the only sound possible to notice from the bicycle was the sound of the tires spinning on the the tarmac.

I think this bicycle is a “keeper” for me. It is a great bicycle after all. But for it to be a really, really great bicycle. I would like to change the front chain wheel to the larger 52 teeth instead of the current one with 48 teeth. Why? Well, a larger front chain wheel looks better and it was they used back then.

It was not bad, for a bicycle created with parts that I had laying around or got fairly cheep. I feel that the old Crescent frame that was made by Lindblads in Stockholm back in late 1920’s got a second chance.

The black bicycle simply become the “Black arrow” in a way. Silent, fast and looking sleek as can be. The quick release nuts on the wheels sure give away that this bicycle will go fast. Everyone knows that a set of wheels with quick release nuts spells “sport” and goes fast, right?


Detail of the rear light, a nice facet shaped glass.

But in fairness, it is not the black bicycle I was looking for. Perhaps the black bicycle of my dreams, is just a dream. Created by memories from the days when my father was taking a ride to visit my grandparents cottage outside the city while I was sitting on the frame and enjoying the breeze.

For me it all is about memories of summer holidays. Eating raspberry’s straight from the bushes while laying in the grass looking at the sky. Listening to the sounds of the forest and the wildlife and riding that black old bicycle.

Perhaps it all should remain as memories, a dream from my childhood. After all, it was many years ago and those long, raspberry eating, summer days will never return.

Perhaps the old black bicycle still exists? Who knows.

 

Swedish attack bicycle m/105A

Well, to be honest. It is not effective as an attack bicycle, more a excellent and quick transportation on small roads in the forest.

Sweden, as many other country’s have been using bicycles as a effective and quick transportation for the military forces for ages. In Sweden bicycles was mainly mused by the infantry, but bicycles were in all military branches. The air force, the navy as well.

In the army there were dedicated bicycle platoons with all sorts of configurations of bicycles. Some had mounting possibility for hooking up a trailer. There was a medical version for a stretcher being placed between two bicycles (sounds completely dangerous). One version even had a platform mounted on the frame where guard dogs could sit while riding along with the rider.

From the start the Swedish military named the bicycle after the year they were introduced in the service. The first model was m/1901, the m stands for “model” and 1901 the year. After that there was m/1927, m/30, m42, m/104, m/105 and finally m/111. Yes, I know. It is strange that they changed from using the year with four digits as model number to only use two digits and finally end up with a 100 series. Perhaps to confuse the enemy?


Monark made m/105A in it’s natural environment


A previous owner had painted 107 on the toolbox as well as F22 on the front mudguard at some point in time as a joke. F22 was the name of the Swedish air flotilla that was set up in Africa as UN forces between 1961 and 1963

With those old military bicycles comes lots of memories for many of us who did the compulsory military service. During the 20th century every young man (some women to) was drafted to serve about 7-10 months in a military regiment. Infantry, armour, navy, coastal artillery, air force and so on. Every one of these branches had these bicycles, so almost every one have used old bicycles in the classical green colour.

During some transports there used to be something like towing. A line with handles behind a tractor or a lorry where the bicycle riders used to hold on, they were placed in a zigzag pattern. In Sweden that was a common practise for large transportations. Madness, but it worked. Many of the former military service personel gets nostalgic when seeing towing after a tractor, or just by seeing a old military bicycle the memories comes back of the morning roll call, yellow pea soup and pancakes on Thursdays.


Chain wheel and detail of the handle that are mounted on the frame for carrying the bicycle

All those memories. I was told by an elderly family member long ago that when he was did his service during the war he fell asleep while riding his bicycle during a manoeuvre. Suddenly he had fallen out of the ranks and found him self on a field.  My father told me that when he was doing his military refresher training back in the late 1960’s being placed in the armoured forces.

One day they as the all were sitting and waiting for something (it was a lot of waiting in the military service). When a tank suddenly rolled up the street where they were. On the middle of the road someone had left a military bicycle. The tank commander in the conning tower noticed the bicycle. The tank rolled over the bicycle, stopped and made a pivot turn (in Swedish it is called a centre turn, meaning the tanks left and right tracks are running opposite each other making the tank turn around its own axis) right above the bicycle.

After the turn was complete, the commander ordered the driver to drive on. On the ground remained the twisted and totally destroyed bicycle. The commander was the famous race driver Picko Troberg.


Military marked (three crowns logo) original tires


Trelleborg T-nabb tires


Toolbox on the luggage rack with the makers name, Monark

When I did my 15 months military service in the navy, we in the staff had military bicycles on the base to move around quickly. I used an old m/42 with leather saddle, wooden handles and a front brake manoeuvred by a large metal bar that was integrated in the handlebars. It was so comfortable to ride that I borrowed it many times when riding to the shop outside the base. We even borrowed the bicycles one summer day when we were “awol” (absent without official leave) and went for a swim in the sea. Packing sandwiches and a towel in our military bags, strapping them on the luggage racks and riding to the beach. The officers were not so happy, but it was a really nice day.


Front light and detail of the spring on the frame that keeps the handlebars straight when being lifted


Even the military needs a bicycle bell. The classic “Pärlan / pearl” design in military green


Details of the protection frame for the rear light and the m/42 design of luggage rack with tool box

In fact I was so pleased with the m/42 bicycle I used in the navy that I a few years later went to a military surplus shop just outside Stockholm and bought an old decommissioned military m/42 bicycle. that still got hay stuck in the hubs. I had it for many years until it was sadly stolen.

Many years later a friend asked me if I wanted his old military bicycle. He thought it was to heavy and clumsy for him to use. I took a look at it and discovered it to be an m/105A version. A later version of the m/42. I realized right away that the rear break was in desperate need of service. The bicycle sounded like an old tram when braking and the rear wheel locked up at the slightest thought of using the rear break. I rode the bicycle home in the night avoiding breaking.

Later that week I dismounted the rear break cleaned the break drum, the break pads, lubricated all the parts that had not been lubricated sin 1972. Mounted it all together and it worked like a charm.


Fichtel & Sachs drum brake model HR 90 V.

The m/105A was made my the bicycle maker Monark in the 60’s, made from surplus parts both from the other bicycle makers Crescent and Husqvarna. I have no idea how many that were made, but since they are almost everywhere it must have been enormous amounts of bicycles in the military services. The advantage with these old bicycles is that parts are available almost anywhere, documents and instructions are easy to find. After all, the kids that were drafted had to do all the service them self, so they needed instructions for it all.


The content of the toolbox, it is all there except the bicycle pump…


…of course marked with three crowns…


…as well as the steering column

Later on I guess more or less all bicycles were decommissioned from their long service. Surplus and traders made the bicycles spread all over Sweden. I remember that the m/42 I bought back in 1992 costed me about £25. They were cheep and sturdy bicycles.

First they where everywhere in the military services, then they where everywhere in the civilian. You can still find them, in apartment bicycle storages, out in bicycle stands in the city. Almost every bicycle shop has one for sale.


With 26″ balloon tires you can ride on any surface and still experience comfort in the saddle

If maintained properly, it is an reliable and great bicycle that can take a lot of abuse.
Only being crushed under a tank might be a problem.

London Tweed Run 2018

10th London Tweed Run was held on Saturday the 5th of May 2018.

The London event is an enormously popular event with about 1000 participants each year. It is said to be the original tweed cycling event like this. Since there are now so many people that want to ride their bicycles while dressed in their finest tweeds, it has become necessary to sell advance tickets to those who want to participate. The event is so popular that all the tickets completely sell out online in a matter of seconds. A few years ago the tickets were sold out in 90 seconds. This year it only took 4 minutes until all tickets were sold.

I have been wanting to join London Tweed Run for a few years just to have been there, but it was never possible and I never tried really hard. But this year it was the 10th anniversary, I decided to try to get hold of a ticket. After trying to access the site on-line I found out that all tickets were sold out again. But there was a message letting me know that – if I wanted to – I could join a waiting list in case of any tickets were available later. I signed up just for fun and did not think more of that.
Three weeks later, I got an email saying that there was one ticket available if I wanted it. I bought it without hesitation.


My hat and some refreshments before the flight to London

Now, the logistics needed to be solved. I booked a hotel. That was easy. But how should I get my bicycle to London from Stockholm? I looked up different companies that offered bicycle as luggage on air planes. But then the question remained, how should I get the bicycle in a huge box from the airport to the hotel? There must be a better way.

After some research I discovered a business called Tally-Ho Cycle Tours. After some email exchanges with Mr Harris there, I booked a black 28″ Pashley Roadster bicycle for me to collect on the actual day of the event.

The day came, I went down in the London underground and travelled the tube while dressed in tweed, listening to old jazz in my headphones just to get myself in the mood. I arrived early at Tally-Ho cycles and met Mr Harris, a very nice and kind man. He brought me my bicycle for the day, adjusted it so it would fit me. While I was At Tally-Ho, I saw others dressed in tweed, trying their rented bicycles.


Bicycles with baskets at Tally-Ho cycles


Pashely roadsters waiting to be a part of the Tweed Run

Since I was an international participant I needed to be early at the Tweed Run start area to receive my starting number and a welcome pack of documents with information about the ride. On my way to the start area that was located outside the Imperial War Museum, I spotted yet more tweed riders and also a group of ladies dressed in 1940’s style clothes, all heading towards the Imperial War Museum. I was not alone. It always feels better when seeing other ‘Tweedians’ when one is in a new place. It assures me that I am at the right location.


Being one among the first at the start


I met Francisco at the start

It has happened before, it will happen again. I was early, really early. I was among one of the first 10 people at location. The ladies I had noticed earlier were setting up distribution points to hand out the rider packages. I was in the right place.

There I was, standing in the park with my bicycle and reading a book in the lovely summer weather, waiting to collect my rider package. I met Francisco, a man from Portugal but living in Belgium that I had seen earlier at Tally-Ho Cycles. We chatted about the event and where we were from. As we were talking, Martin from Germany joined us along with his wife. Then Lisbeth and Stefan from Netherlands turned up. We were truly an international group, talking bicycles and tweed and just having fun.


The sun is coming out, it is going to be a lovely day


Tweed and bicycles


Marin and I are admiring his original -50’s Adler

That is the Tweed Run spirit: diverse people meeting and talking and having fun. Lisbeth, Stefan and Francisco had all been at a London Tweed Run before. But for Martin and me it was the first time, in fact it was to be Martin’s first tweed event.

As we talked, around us there were reporters conducting interviews and many other tweed riders talking bicycles and clothes.

Suddenly we heard the sound of loud horns and a man shouting. It was time to begin the 12 mile long bicycle ride around London. Almost 1000 riders peddling down the narrow roads. It was fun, I met many lovely people along the way.


Time for the start, around 1000 riders


Falcon enamel cups, tandem bicycle, picnic and a baby on board.


Westminster bridge with the parliament and a covered Elizabeth tower (Big Ben).


The marshals did an excellent work guiding us riders around London


Climbing the hill at The Waldorf hotel

We rode across Westminster Bridged and headed to Covent Garden and then along the streets up to Russell Square, just beside British Museum. Pedestrians were waving, smiles and happy faces accompanied by hundreds of bicycle bells chiming. But now it was time for a tea break!


Gentleman with a boater hat having a break


A happy girl, with a lovely outfit. The barre with feathers are simply adorable.


Russel square park and Tweed Run tea break


Dashing chaps


Style, elegance and a positive attitude. An example for us all


Interviews, this time by German reporters

It was a lovely break within a glorious setting. The green park, trees creating an idyllic location for this event. The tea wagon was pouring out tea in lovely cups. That is where I met the Norwegian Tweed Run delegation. We talked and had fun.


Tea in the park


More tweed chaps

After refreshing ourselves with the tea it was time to set off again. Now we headed towards the area of Marylebone and rode straight across London Zoo to enter Camden Town where we all rode along the tow-path beside the canal. Now, that was an adventure. Narrow, water one one side, pedestrians on the other. We were told to ride on a single file, not stopping to take photos. There was simply no room.


The adventures canal stretch. Lovely, but narrow

In fact, I was insulted by an elderly man who was annoyed by the appearance all the riders. Having chosen not to ride too close to the edge of the canal, I took a line a bit closer than normal to the bench where the old man was sitting.

“That’s right, cycle a bit closer you fat bastard” I head the man yell at me.

There was no time for stopping and talking to the man. Onwards!


Hair and matching bicycle


A marshal guiding us


I guess that France was represented on this event


Spring and pre-summer in London


Camden town by bicycle

After Camden we entered St: Pancras where we had a picnic at Gasholder park. There were food vendors nearby and a shop for drinks and simpler food further down the road. I was taking a rest when I meet Martin again, we all had been separated during the ride. We talked for a bit, he said that he was going to buy something to drink. I said that I could keep an eye on his vintage German made Alder bicycle while he went away.


Gasholder park, not so romantic picnic location

After a while he came back, he had bought along a sandwich, water and some crisps for us to eat. That was very kind of him. I thanked him deeply. Then we sat there and talked in German in London at an tweed event. That is what makes happy memories!

We later met Lisbeth and Stefan again, but sadly lost track of Francisco. Suddenly we heard a loud cheer! It was then we realized that there had been a group photo opportunity. We and many other riders were still standing in the shade of the gas clocks when they took the photo. It was a pity that there was no better information about the time for the photo.


Time for the final section of the Tweed Run before the finish

Then it was time to make our way again. Bicycle bells were chiming, horns hooting and people cheering. Time for the final leg of the ride. Up and down the hills of Clerkenwell, where Martin and I joined up for the rest of the journey. We laughed and had a great time. Suddenly we were at the finish line at Spa Fields Park. I parked my bicycle and almost directly found Mr Harris from Tally-Ho, they were collecting their bicycles from there as a service for those who would like a gin and tonic at the party.


Finish line at Bourne & Hollingsworth at Spa Fields park in Clerkenwell


Now that is the image of an English gentleman

Sadly I needed to go, I was about to meet a long time friend later that evening. After all it was my first time in London for 17 years, we had much to catch up with and a long ride in front of us.

In the end, London Tweed Run was a great event. Happy, friendly great looking people. The use of official marshals who stood on corners and directed all of us was a great feature. Also the relaxed atmosphere with riders smiling and chatting with drivers of cars, buses and taxis. I would say that almost everyone adjusted to the situation.


Quite Brittish

I have been to many tweed rides. It was fun to experience the original one. How was it arranged, how they prepared the event and other small details. The only disadvantages I noticed was that the ride alongside the canal was too narrow for so many riders and perhaps, looking back, a mistake. Also, that so many riders were not aware that there was a group photo taking place along the route and missed being in it for posterity. Why didn’t they take the group photo at Imperial War Museum, like last year? That would have been calmer and easier to gather all participants on one photo.

Also the location of the lunch break at Gasholder Park was a bit odd. Seeing all these wonderfully attired people sitting on blankets directly on old concrete was not so charming. Only the marshals and other exclusive members got to sit on the grass at the Gasholder Park. If the lunch had instead been held along with the tea break at Russell Square, there would have been perfect scenery for this particularTweed Run.

Blankets on the grass, tea, sandwiches, tweed and bicycles. That would have been lovely!

Thank you for a long, lovely, unique day!

Cheers!

 

PS: I like to thank Mr Withers for all help along the way, before, during and after the event.